Small hours of the morning and I lie awake in bed convinced the bedroom smells of cooked sausages. I get up annoying the whole household by turning on lights, opening cupboards, flitting between rooms and sighing. I finally locate an oil burner and some 'de-stress' oil. I light it and return to bed. My dreams had been and are filled with images of terror.

Why would I attempt to cook 5 meals and 2 desserts for and with 20 children and using only 2 cookers?

Why?

I saw fingers being cut off, food piled up in one big stodgy mess, classrooms on fire, children screaming, parents crying.

...and a room full of the smell of cooked sausages. I am not sure if it was or if it was symptomatic of my dream. Either way it led to turning on lights, opening cupboards, flitting between rooms and sighing.

Fortunately, the day went very well indeed and the kids proved their worth as mini-masterchefs. Great food was prepared and consumed with gusto. The message of healthy eating firmly absorbed into sceptical minds.

It is days like today that I remember why I love my job...

...and my bed :)